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Lorcan

No way. No – flipping – way.

A girl was standing there, wielding a sword. She looked haggard, had a tougher look about her than the last time he had seen her. But there was no mistaking who it was.

Lorcan let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Look who just arrived back into the hellhole. Our very own malicious little banshee. Can’t say I’m glad to see you.”

Lorcan believed a few seconds earlier that things couldn’t get any worse. Now – they just did.

Liorah just gave a huff. “How are <i>you</i> still alive?” She continued to wave her sword slightly. Lorcan had a feeling that Liorah <i>with </i>a sword was going to be far worse than Liorah <i>without</i> a sword.

Lorcan gave a long sigh and shook his head at her, tutting. “Crikey thats pathetic work.”

”Excuse me?” Liorah demanded.

”Waving your sword about like that isn’t doing you any favours. One – you frighten people into believing you’re a threat. They attack out of fear, and you are landed with several problems. Two – the enemy sees your fear and paranoia from the way you brandish it. They will take advantage of that. Three – only those who have no idea how to use a sword would wave around their blade like an idiot.”

Lorcan folded his arms and met her stormy gaze with a smirk. “Am I making sense princess?”